Different Parties

You and I...
 we went to different parties,

We left together,
thought we were together,
entered together,
intended to BE together,
but you and I
we went to different parties

I peered through
the marbled looking  glass and saw you there,
In your purple velvet finery,
with your bright green tie....

Your laughter was so loud and heavy,
the music throbbed,
open mouthed, and wild eyed....
drunken laughter....
and wide spread thighs....
crooked disguises,
full of lies......

and I wished I was there...
but could not climb through the closed and boarded portal

so you and I,
we went to different parties....

And thus restrained,
I did return,
 my gaze,
to the place,
I COULD go...

White veiled silk and satin,
celestial symphony of other world instruments playing....
dancing, glowing...... fine as  starlight,
clear and opened eyes with sight....
fine tuned perfect subtle hearing...
I drank the wine,
of pure undiluted,
and unselfish,
sweet and potent,
 love......

And I let you GO...

Yes, my darling...

You and I,
we went to different parties

Falling in LOVE with LOVE

I fell in love with LOVE tonight,

With no particular object for its affection,
it simply washed over ME...
waves of it
 crashed and tumbled through me.....

And I felt clean again !
FREE again....

And the wind and falling leaves, outside...
echoed my joy....
played to me....
a song of wild satisfaction,

a syncopated, symphony of torrential rain drops...
upon the stones...
filled the cracks and crevices
of this parched earth and of my soul......

LOVE spoke...
and I listened to its voice...

LOVE played....
and I joined in its holy game....

LOVE lit the way....
with its soft lanterns....
and I followed,

LOVE stayed...
and I bathed...
and bathed,
and bathed,

And then LOVE asked,
and I shared it...
spread it....
filled as many cups as I could...
with it....

I spilled it...
and it ran
and spread
and grew
so out of my control....

I drank it...
I splashed it,
I slept in it...
and I dined upon it...

this vast..
vast....
feast....
of feeling....
of falling...
in LOVE with
LOVE

For the beauty...

For the beauty of the EARTH,
can you feel it?
The heart stopping magnificence of her?
The frozen moment of time, as we watch her?
The sharp intake of breath, as we are overwhelmed with the awe of her?

For the beauty of LIFE,
can you feel it?
The tenderness of its fragility?
The preciousness of its being only momentarily ?
The passion to experience all, in its totality ?

For the beauty of LOVE,
can you feel it?
The tenderness that holds true, throughout the dark night?
The butterfly tingling, as your heart, stumbles and begins its first flight?
The depths in the  oceans of yearning, as you reach for LOVE, with all your might?

For the beauty of CONSCIOUSNESS,
can you feel it?
The crystal clear feeling of knowing?
The complete stillness of no doubts remaining?
The vastness of that peaceful domain of being?

Gratitude, my darling....
so becomes YOU

That's just me.....

I could tell you of the dark side,
there is certainly enough of it....
spread thickly
like my peanut butter on bread...
sticky, gooey mess THAT  is....

Or I could tell you of the light side,
a little more of that....
the flickering candle lit...
warm with the scent of jasmine, gardenia and rose....

I could lie down with my skeletons,
whose bones are sharp and brittle....
dismal smell of drunken decay...
cold as ice, those covers are...

Or I could tuck myself into moonlight,
shimmering silvery beauty,
and dream of love and laughter...
those covers are so much warmer....

I don't understand the fascination, really...
of wagons full of setbacks,
grumbling ghosts and monsters....
being hung around my neck...

I would rather dance the weightless...
white glowing freedom,
song of LIGHT...
than hang a,
moldy dying carcass...'round my neck....

but then again....
that's just me......

When you shut the door

When you slammed the door,
you slammed GOD'S fingers in it.....

When you turned away,
your back was to him,
and he admired,
the lovely curves....
the softness of your skin....
the dimpled freckled canvas
on which he could paint....
your life......

When you walked away,
in tears....
he sent the wind to blow you back again,
stronger and stronger.
hoping the hurricane force of it....
would blow off your,
pride, your insanity of misery....
and you would turn around

When you closed your heart,
your temple crumbled....
cobwebs stiffened,
dust collected....
and he allowed it....
BUT
He rang the temple bells,
with all his mercy....
split the windows into spectral pieces...
hoping you would see him....
be with him,
once again....

AND you could not stay away for long....
his calling was too strong,
there was no other lover,
who could suffice,
no mother, no father
sister, brother...
companion...
more determined to
LOVE you
than he.....

There is no point....

There is no point in living only as a superficial token,
to love only occasionally, when a heart is wide open.....

There is no point in only sipping the drink,
while the water in the pitcher is spilling over into the sink....

There is no point in the dainty dabbing of tears,
when the torrents are pouring through the dam of  fears.....

There is no point in refusing to smile,
when the wild horses of joy are racing ...at a speed of split second per mile...

There is no point in only stumbling along,
when there's such a  longing to run....God, the power's so strong.....

there is no point in only peering into the room,
the shutters are flung open  and have aired out the  gloom....

there is no point in just sitting there,
when a MASTER has asked for the dance...yes, it happens and yes, you can dare....

there in no point in only wading in,
when we are born with the knowing how to dive and swim...

there is no point in pretending to sleep,
eyes open wide, refuse to count sheep....

there is no point in cowering afraid and alone,
when the lion inside is roaring.and ready to roam,,,,

there is certainly no point,
in staying chained to the block,
when keys of freedom have already broken the lock

We are here for so short a time,
to not live it fully, 
has to be some kind of crime....

In that moment of INDECISION

And in that very moment
of my indecision,
my HEART won.....

I could have hated,
I could have berated,
I could have scorned,
I could have mourned,
judged,
fought,
all those frightful options,
were laid out before me....
glittering like a fool's gold....
And like a fool,
I did consider...
their offer of defense,

But at that very moment
of indecision
my HEART won

I felt a subtle stirring,
the warmth of its flame burning,
the softness of its feathered comforting,
the ease of its simplicity,
no multiplicity...
the true shining of a diamond,
became my better choice.........

But at that very moment,
at least for that sweet eternal moment...
of my indecision,
my heart won !